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“What do you think you’re doing?”
His hands continued their path down the center of his shirt. I lowered my sunglasses, watching as he reached the bottom of his destination and began peeling the shirt away from his torso, but he didn't bother to remove it all the way, not that he needed to. I could see the planes of his tanned chest, covered in tattoos. They’d changed in the years since our night together.
Yet it was the sleeve of tats on his arms that really made me damp between my legs. Screw a six-pack, corded forearms could get me off. Especially since I knew those forearms were connected to very talented fingers that could ministrate their way to the ultimate pleasure.
“You like what you see?” he asked, voice like gravel.
“Ppff.” I blew him off, lowering my glasses back into place and trying to keep my eyes from retreating back to the dessert of a man in front of me. Beck finally settled onto the cushions, sliding in next to me so that our thighs touched.
Any other man would have looked ridiculous in just a pair of suit pants. Beck, however, was not just any man.
My phone buzzed. I ignored it at first until Beck lifted the drink from my hands and insisted I take it.
Carter
Just a reminder, I'm bringing my new girlfriend to the Sexual Assault Survivors Network Gala next week.
Beck not so subtly read the message over my shoulder. “He’s still in love with you.”
I turned my phone over, suddenly regretting that I had unblocked Carter. “He's not.” But then again, why did Carter feel compelled to let me know?Again.
Beck clicked his tongue. “He is.”
I turned towards him, head cradled in my palm and let my elbow do the heavy lifting. “And why do you think that, Mr. Know It All?”
“You said it, not me, but I appreciate you acknowledging my wisdom.” His eyes dropped to my chest before gliding back up to meet mine. My breathing hitched and yet I felt like I’d won some sort of standoff in my head.
“You have no idea what you're talking about.” I picked up my phone and tapped away.
Luna
Okay.
I was about to hit send when Beck grabbed the phone from my hands. “You’re not sending that.”
What the hell?
I lunged forward, and with some seriously expert ex-Marine skills, the man leaped off the lounge chair. His fingers were tapping away on my screen as I awkwardly scooted off the cushion, careful not to trip over my linen dress as I stood and went in to grab him. Just as I reached him, he handed back my phone.
I scrambled to unlock my screen, and I groaned when it didn't immediately do so. After blowing some rogue hair out of my face, my messaging app appeared on my screen. “Finally.”
CHAPTER27
Beck
Luna gapedat the screen before slowly lifting her blazing gaze to meet mine. “You didn't.”
I nodded at the phone, because clearlyI did.
“You told him I was bringing a date,” she squeaked. “I had it handled, Beck. You didn't need to step in like the world's worst bodyguard.”
Well that hit like a bullet to the chest. “World'sworstbodyguard?”
“You told Carter I was taking you to the gala? Why on Earth would you do that unless you were trying to be some sort of unnecessary savior?”
“It seemed like you might need a date since he had one. Make him sweat a little. Let him know you’ve moved on.” I'd offered before. This shouldn't be that big of a surprise.
She stormed off, and I immediately followed suit.
